Of Satyrs and Fey

It was not a night for adventure, yet Miguel was caught in one. He did not expect anything to happen that peaceful evening, especially not when he was secretly meeting his Dryads in the clearing of the park far away from human prying eyes. Which is especially hard to do in this modern age with cellphones and drones as well as the fact that humans have become more nocturnal. He did not expect an elven male from the fey Seelie Court to dump an unconscious mortal in his Dryad circle, let alone threaten him to keep the human alive before the elf ran off. “What the Tartarus just happened?” asked Erato as she stares down at the unconscious human while Dryope checked him over for injuries. Miguel also wonders what the hell just happened and how dare an Irish fey threaten him while he studies the unconscious human. The man was not breathtaking but he has an ethereal quality to him that makes Miguel wary. The man looked young for a mortal with his full lips and dark hair that doesn’t have the grayness mortals gain from age or stress. Miguel shifts back into his human form to hide his legs as he crouches down next to the man across from Dryope. While Tithorea takes his pipes from him. “I do not know what is going on, my dears. But I think our night of revelry is over. I will meet thee on the next full moon. Will let thee know where at closer to that night.” stated Miguel as he lifts the unconscious and it seems uninjured man into his arms as his horns retract into the curls of his brown hair. His dryads curtsy in his direction as they each took on mortal forms to blend in with the mortals who rule the world now before they rush into the trees to return to their respective homes. Miguel slowly makes his way back to his own current place of residence as he ponders what to do with the human. As he leaves the edge of the park, his ears were the last to change into the one’s humans have and he misses the days where he could walk as his true self down a road. Unfortunately, such measures are necessary in this day and age as mortals have grown more valiant and did not tolerate those that are different. Wanting to kill, examine or experiment on anyone or anything that is different from them. Even the mighty dragons as well as deities take on mortal form and live the mortal way to survive the last few ages. Oh, how he missed the ancient times where the sky was clear and there were forests as well as grasslands stretching for miles. Now it is only buildings, air pollution and vehicles everywhere. One had to search for peaceful natural areas and then the mortals have claimed those for themselves as well. Miguel shakes his head to clear it from his musings as he nears the steps leading up to an elegant brown stone he currently own. Miguel sighs as he looks around to make certain no mortals are around to witness what he is about to do as he climbs the steps towards his front door. When he is certain no one is looking, he uses magic to unlock his front door and open it before he steps through it with the mortal in his arms. Miguel uses his booted foot to kick the door shut behind him before he carries the mortal upstairs to his guest bedroom where he gently places the man on the bed. Miguel gently pats the mortal’s cheek in an attempt to bring the man back to consciousness, but his attempt only makes the mortal's long lashes flutter while the man lets out a sigh. He lets out a sigh of his own as he covers the mortal with a blanket against the chill of the night before Miguel makes his way to his own room to take a shower in his en suite bathroom. He suspects the mortal is probably under a fey spell and will awaken when the spell wears off. As Miguel strips while the shower warms, he thinks to himself it will be an interesting or awful experience for both of them once the mortal does wake. Once done with his shower he makes his way to the kitchen on the ground floor of his apartment to get himself a snack and a bottle of water to leave by the mortal’s bedside. Miguel frowns in utter anger when he finds a scroll resting on the kitchen island that definitely hadn’t been there when he had left for the park. Miguel growls in anger as he unrolls the scroll and his fury grows at the words written in it. ‘Thy has been put in charge of the well-being of a child of both fey and human. Harm will come to thee if the child comes to harm in thy care. Morgane is the child’s name. Speak it near him and he shall awaken. We shall collect the child once the time is right.’ Is written on the rich paper with what Miguel presumes is a pretentious cursive as he thinks of the uptight Seelie Fey. Miguel skips getting himself a snack after he tosses the letter in the trash can as he has lost his appetite completely. He does grab a bottle of water as it was probably not his guest’s fault his people dumped him off on Miguel. What he knew of the Irish Fey they abandoned their children in other’s care far to often. Miguel ponders this as he enters his guest bedroom again and places the bottle next to the sleeping half fey on the nightstand. He brushes back the hair that has fallen over the sleeping man’s forehead and thinks they both needs a night’s rest before dealing with this s**t. He makes his way back to his own room without waking the sleeping half fey for now as everything can wait until the morrow.